(It’s a little late. The 9,000-word chapter is not included in the update on the 4th.)
Eagles circled in the sky and crows screamed on the dead branches.
The originally flat and wide official road had long been in pieces, and a motorcade was jolting along.
As the largest vassal state of the Zhuying Dynasty, Shihao Kingdom is located in the northwest of the dynasty. It is famous for its fertile fields and rich products in the central part of Aquarius Continent. It has always been the large granary of the Zhuying Dynasty. It is also a vassal state of the dynasty. Shihao Kingdom and The Huangting Kingdom of the Great Sui Dynasty had a completely different choice. The Shihao Kingdom, from the emperor and the important ministers of the temple to the vast majority of the frontier generals, chose to go head-to-head with an army of great Li cavalry.
The war has spread throughout the Shihao Kingdom. Since the beginning of this spring, the fighting has been extremely brutal in the entire area north of the capital. Now the capital of the Shihao Kingdom is deeply under siege.
Not only the people of Shihao Kingdom, but also several nearby small vassal countries whose military strength is far inferior to that of Shihao Kingdom, are all panic-stricken. Of course, there are many so-called smart people who have surrendered to the Song family of Dali early and are watching the fire on the other side, waiting to see. It’s a joke. I hope that the invincible Great Li cavalry can simply massacre the city and kill all the Shihao Kingdom loyalists who are foolishly loyal to the Zhu Ying Dynasty. Maybe they can still learn from their kindness and fight without bloodshed. With their help, They successfully captured the tall cities with arsenals and treasury intact.
The bumpy road made many drivers of this convoy complain incessantly. Even many strong men with long bows on their backs and long knives on their waists were almost broken. They were all sluggish and struggling to cheer up. , looking around in all directions to prevent rogues from plundering. Almost all of these young and strong men who were in their seventies or eighties and were familiar with riding bows and horses had the smell of blood on their bodies. It can be seen that this journey south was not an easy journey in the chaotic world.
It's really like making money with your head tied to your belt. It's no exaggeration to say that if you spill your urine, you may accidentally drop your head on the ground.
The most dangerous interception during the period was not the refugees who had turned into bandits, but a group of 300 Shihao soldiers pretending to be horse thieves. They treated their caravan as a big piece of meat. That fight started early. Nearly half of the caravan guards who signed the certificate of life and death were killed or injured. If it weren't for the fact that there was a hidden mountain god hidden among the employers, who would have made dumplings for the officers and soldiers along with the people and goods.
This convoy needs to pass through the hinterland of Shihao Kingdom, reach the southern border, and go to Shujian Lake, which is regarded as a dragon's pond and a tiger's den by the secular dynasty. The convoy took a large sum of money, but it only dared to stop at the border pass, otherwise no matter how much money it had, it would not stop at the border pass. , and were unwilling to go one step further south. Fortunately, the dozen foreign merchants agreed and allowed the convoy guards to turn back at the Chidori Pass on the border. After that, this group of merchants would live or die by grabbing huge profits at Shujian Lake. It's better to just die on the way and let the robbers have a good year, and the convoy won't be responsible anyway.
Walking down this road is really a purgatory on earth.
Starving to death for thousands of miles is no longer a term used by scholars after a glimpse in a book.
Along the roadside, the convoy would often come across some thatched thatched shops, and adults were constantly selling two-legged sheep. At first, some people couldn't bear to send their children to the chopping block in person and handed them over to the butchers, so they thought of a compromise. The best way is to exchange children with thin faces and yellow muscles between parents, and then sell them to the store.
Many hungry refugees, wandering in groups on the land of Shihao Country like zombies and wild ghosts, swarm up whenever they encounter a place where there may be food.
, the earthen forts built by powerful families in some places were stained with blood, as well as some corpses that had not been cleaned up in time. The convoy once passed a large fort with five hundred young and strong guards of the same clan, and bought a small amount of food with a lot of money. A bold man
The strong young man was envious of the hard bow of a caravan guard, so he got close to it and pointed to a row of shriveled heads used for demonstration on the wooden fence outside the castle. The young man squatted on the ground and said with a smile to a caravan guard.
After saying that, summer is the most troublesome, attracting mosquitoes and flies, and it is easy to get plague, but as long as it snows in winter, it can save a lot of trouble. After saying this, the young man grabbed a stone, threw it at the wooden fence, and accurately hit one
He raised his head, clapped his hands, and glanced at the caravan attendants who showed admiration. The young man felt quite proud.
At that time, a young woman wearing green clothes and a ponytail made the young man's heart flutter. The reason why he talked and did this with the caravan attendants was simply because the young man wanted to express himself in front of the beautiful sister.
It's a pity that the sister in Tsing Yi didn't look at him from the beginning to the end. This made the young man very disappointed and disappointed. It would be great if such a beautiful woman like a fairy on the temple murals appeared among the refugees who came here to seek death.
?Then she will definitely survive. He is the eldest grandson of the clan leader. Even if it is not his turn first, his turn will come one day. But the young man also knows that there is no such charming woman among the refugees.
, there are occasionally women, most of them are dark-skinned, skinny and skinny, as thin as starving ghosts, their skin is also rough, which is too ugly.
Next to the sister in Tsing Yi, there was an older woman standing with a sword on her back, but her appearance was much different, especially her figure. If the latter appeared alone, the young man would also be moved, but at that moment
They stood together, and the latter disappeared from the young man's eyes.
The caravan continued south.
There would often be refugees blocking the road with sharpened wooden sticks. The smarter ones, or those who were not really hungry yet, would ask the caravans to bring out some food, and they would let them go.
Of course, the caravan didn't bother to pay attention and just moved forward. Generally speaking, as long as they drew their knives and took off their bows, the refugees would scatter in fear.
There were also some refugees who just rushed forward with red eyes, intending to rob them. The caravan guards were originally from martial arts backgrounds, and were not from the Shihao country. They had already gone numb all the way south, and so many brothers and friends had died in the team.
Deep down in their hearts, they longed for someone to rush forward and relieve them of their hatred, so the elite cavalry were thrown out like fishing nets, holding knives in hand, or competing in archery skills. The one who shot in the eye socket was the best, followed by the one who shot through the neck, and the one who shot through the neck.
If you hit the heart again, if you can only shoot in the abdomen, legs and feet, you will be ridiculed and laughed at.
The number of merchants who hired guards and convoys this time was small, about ten.
In addition to the woman with a ponytail in green clothes who rarely appears, and a woman with a sword on her back who lost her right thumb, there is also a serious young man in black robes. These three people seem to be in a group. Usually the convoy stops for repairs, or
It's outdoor camping, and it's relatively group-friendly.
In addition, the leader of this group of merchants who want money at the expense of their lives is an old man wearing a green shirt and a long coat. It is said that his surname is Song, and the guards like to call him Mrs. Song. Mrs. Song has two retinues, one is carrying a long black stick on his back,
A man who does not carry weapons and looks like an out-and-out martial artist. The two are about the same age as Mr. Song. In addition, there are three men and women whose eyes look cold even if they smile on their faces. They are very different in age and the women are mediocre in appearance.
The remaining two are grandfather and grandson.
The impression given to the subordinates is that this group of merchants, except Mr. Song, are all arrogant and don't like to talk.
That night, I rested in a dilapidated inn that had been abandoned and the subordinate staff had fled. All the items had been taken away.
A woman in green with a ponytail squatted on top of a mostly collapsed earth wall outside the inn.
The sword-carrying woman who was inseparable from her stood under the wall and said softly: "Senior Sister, in more than half a month's journey, we can cross the border and enter Shujian Lake."
The woman in green clothes was a little absent-minded and hummed.
Master Song slowly walked out of the post house, lightly kicked a young man who was squatting on the threshold, and then came to the wall alone. The woman with the sword immediately saluted in Da Li Mandarin and said: "I have seen Mr. Song.
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The old man smiled and nodded, "Ms. Xu is still so polite, it's too polite."
This doctor is not a medicine shop doctor.
This elegant and elegant old man in green shirt is the chief doctor of the Department of Ceremony and Cleaning Officials of the Dali Ministry of Rites.
In this position, small vassal states such as Huangting Kingdom and Shihao Kingdom belong to the larger Sesame Officials. Just the yamen of the Ministry of Rites has a minister above it, and there is also a minister above it. Maybe one day it will be replaced by an auxiliary officer of the same rank, such as Yuanwailang
He was robbed of his position. But in Da Li, this is an extremely critical position. He is one of the three most powerful doctors in the Da Li Dynasty. His position is not high. From the fifth rank, his power is extremely important. Except for the name of one
The temple is responsible for the responsibilities of the officials and ministers of the Qing Dynasty. It is also responsible for the evaluation, assessment and recommendation of the righteous gods of a country's mountains and rivers.
The Chongdan River, where Da Li had never set up a river god or a temple, suddenly had a river spirit named Li Jin. From a shopkeeper who originally opened a bookstore in Hongzhu Town, he suddenly became a river god. It is said that he is the god of the river.
Following the path of this doctor, I was able to jump over the dragon gate, climb to a high position on the altar, and enjoy all kinds of incense.
The two women were Ruan Xiu and Xu Xiaoqiao who had left the Longquan Sword Sect and traveled down the mountain.
As for why they had to leave the Great Li Dynasty so far, even Xu Xiaoqiao and Dong Gu were surprised. As for their senior sister Ruan Xiu, it didn't matter at all.
Seeing that Mr. Song seemed to have something to discuss, Xu Xiaoqiao took the initiative to leave.
Doctor Song walked to the wall, sat cross-legged, and said with a smile: "I want to thank Miss Ruan for her generosity."
Ruan Xiu put away a handkerchief, hid it in her sleeve, shook her head, and said vaguely: "No need."
Doctor Song smiled and asked: "I would like to ask, does Miss Ruan not care, or does she tolerate it?"
Ruan Xiu asked: "Is there any difference?"
The old man nodded and said sternly: "If it's the former, I won't bother. After all, as an old man like me, I have also had the years of admiration as a teenager. I know that it is difficult for a young boy like Li Muchi not to be unmoved. If it is the latter,
Or, I can give a few words to Li Muchi or his grandfather. Miss Ruan doesn’t have to worry about forcing someone to do something difficult. This trip south is an official matter assigned by the court, and there are still rules that should be followed. Miss Ruan is not going too far at all."
Ruan Xiu said: "It doesn't matter. He can just look at it if he likes. His eyes are not my responsibility."
Dr. Song laughed dumbly.
Among the two accompanying him this time, there were two old warriors from the martial arts world who were following him. One was a pure martial artist temporarily transferred from the Great Li army. He was in a golden state and was said to be the great spy of Luboting who went to the military commander's account.
If you throw a glass of wine into the face of that accomplished general and scold him, of course, you still have to hand him over.
A gang leader who came from the Da Li Jianghu sect and was also in the Seventh Realm.
The other three are a team of temporarily formed Niangan Lang. Among them, the young man named Li Muchi is a Taoist genius who is proficient in talismans and formations. He and his grandfather and father are all Dali for three generations.
The father of Nian Ganlang of the imperial court had died in an accident not long ago, so for the grandfather and grandson, this trip to the south was not only official business in the yamen, but also mixed with personal grievances.
On this trip south to Shujian Lake, there were two things. One was on the surface, and it was not a big deal. He, the minister of the Qing Dynasty who worshiped the temple, was the talker. All three of the Longquan Sword Sect had to take orders from him.
, obey his command and dispatch.
At the beginning of autumn this year, two people died at once. A foreign Jindan monk with a hidden identity secretly took away a disciple. This young man was quite special. Not only was he
The innate sword embryo also possesses martial arts fortune, attracting the attention of several martial arts temple saints in the local state.
Da Li was bound to win, and even the Imperial Master heard the news and took it seriously.
It was probably tit-for-tat, which is ridiculous to say. It was Da Li Nian Gan Lang who first found the young man and the three of them found this good seedling. They took turns staying behind and cultivating the young man with all their heart for four years.
After a long time, the secretive golden elixir monk jumped out of nowhere, killed two people, and then abducted the young man and fled southward, escaping two pursuits and roundups during this period.
, very cunning, with high combat power. During the escape, the young man showed an extremely amazing character and aptitude, and helped the Golden Core cultivator twice.
In the end, Green Wave Pavilion's intelligence revealed that the Jindan monk and the young man fled into Shujian Lake. After that, the Niu Niu entered the sea and was never heard from again.
For this kind of pursuit, not only the Great Li Dynasty, but actually all the mountain forces in Aquarius Continent will not be foolish, but will look down upon it. Experienced sects, as long as they have some background, will strive to fight the lion with the rabbit, all in one go.
Use all your strength to solve the problem, instead of adding fuel to the battlefield like a mediocre general, sending groups of people to die in vain, feeding the opponent with war, and ultimately raising tigers to cause trouble.
The opponent was an old Jin Dan who was good at fighting, and he also had a good location. Therefore, the combat power of Langzhong Song and his team was not as simple as that of two Jin Dans. Together, they were roughly equivalent to the combat power of a powerful Nascent Soul.
On this point, Dong Gu and Xu Xiaoqiao had conducted detailed deductions in private several times and came to a conclusion that was relatively reassuring.
Otherwise, if the senior sister made a slight mistake, Dong Gu and Xu Xiaoqiao, the two founding disciples of the Longquan Sword Sect, would no longer have to stay in Shenxiu Mountain due to their emotions and reasons.
As for the other matter that only Dr. Song himself knew the inside story, it was a bigger deal.
Involving the ownership of the entire Shujian Lake.
Even he needs to obey orders.
Even the certain island owner who has secretly taken root in Shujian Lake for eighty years is still a pawn.
This time when I left Dali and traveled south, there was a little thing that made Dr. Song interesting.
The young Li Muchi could not understand what he saw and heard on his way south, especially the carriage ride to Shihao Kingdom. Deep down in his heart, he even complained about the culprit, the Dali Dynasty where he belonged. Perhaps in
From the young man's point of view, if the Great Li cavalry had not gone south, or if the continuous wars going south had not been so bloody and cruel, there would not have been so many people displaced. In the catastrophe of the war, all the men and women who were originally honest and responsible have become human.
Not like humans, not like ghosts.
Li Muchi's grandfather, a ninety-year-old "young" monk, was indifferent to this, but did not explain anything to his grandson.
Ruan Xiu asked: "I heard that there is a child from Mud Bottle Lane, right in Shujian Lake?"
Doctor Song nodded and said: "My surname is Gu. He is a child with great luck. He was accepted as a closed disciple by Liu Zhimao, the most powerful Lord of Jiejiang in Shujian Lake. Gu Can himself brought a 'big loach' to Shujian Lake and brought him
With the dragon retinue whose combat power is equal to that of Nascent Soul, he is making waves. At such a young age, he has a great reputation. Even the Zhuying Dynasty heard that there is such a pair of masters and servants in Shujian Lake. Once when I was chatting with Mr. Xu, Mr. Xu said this with a smile.
The little guy named Gu Can is simply a natural born Shanze Yexiu."
Ruan Xiu raised her wrist, glanced at the sleeping fire dragon shaped like a bright red bracelet, then lowered her arm, thoughtfully.
A middle-aged man came to the edge of Shujian Lake. There was a prosperous city called Chishui City, which was crowded with people.
We hired a carriage along the way. The driver was a talkative old man who traveled all over the country. The man was generous and liked to hear lively and interesting stories. He didn’t like to sit in the carriage and enjoy the pleasure. He sat next to the old coachman for almost half of the journey and let him drink.
I drank a lot of wine and was in a good mood. I also talked about a lot of strange things about Shujian Lake that I had heard from hearsay. I said that it was not as scary as the rumors outside. There were some beatings and killings, but most of them would not involve ordinary people like them. But Shujian Lake
It's a huge gold-selling cave. It's absolutely true. He and his friends once drove a group of wealthy young men from the Zhu Ying Dynasty. They were very loud and asked them to wait at Chishui City, saying that they would return in a month.
, but after waiting for less than three days, the group of young men returned to the city by boat from Shujian Lake. They were already penniless. Seven or eight young men had a full 600,000 taels of silver. Three days, that's it.
It was a waste of money, but after listening to the words of those prodigal sons, it seems that they still have more to say. They said that after half a year, they save some money, and they must come to Shujian Lake to have fun again.
The men were very inconspicuous walking on the crowded streets of Chishui City.
Previously, there was a team of Qi Practitioners guarding the city gate, but there was no need for any customs clearance documents at all. As long as you paid the money, you could enter.
Chishui City was built on the west side of Shujian Lake.
Shujian Lake is extremely vast, with more than a thousand large and small islands scattered all over the place. The most important thing is that it is full of spiritual energy. It is difficult to establish a sect here and occupy a large area of islands and waters. But if there are one or two Jindan Earth Immortals,
Occupying a larger island is the most suitable place to use as a residence to practice Taoism. It is both clean and like a small cave. Especially Qi practitioners who practice "near water" regard certain islands in Shujian Lake as a must.
Fight for land.
The man carrying the sword chose a downtown restaurant and ordered Huchi Shuicheng's most famous Wuwei wine. After drinking the wine, he listened to some lively chatter at the nearby wine tables. He didn't hear anything more.
One thing, after some time, Shujian Lake seems to be holding an island owners' alliance every hundred years, preparing to elect a new "king of the rivers and lakes" who has been vacant for three hundred years.
The man finished his drink and meal, settled the bill with the shopkeeper, left the restaurant, and asked for directions to a Yuanwei Street in Chishui City that was open to everyone. It was full of Xianjia shops and the long street was four miles long.
, there are Qi practitioners guarding both ends, and they do not care about status, but only recognize money to clear the way. In this regard, it is a bit like the old Dragon City, which is the best in business in the continent.
uncle.
If you don’t believe me, just look at the wine in the glass. The rich people will be served first.
If you put it this way, it seems that the entire world is the same everywhere.
The middle-aged man with a vermilion wine gourd hanging from his waist, the old coachman had said before that in Shujian Lake, where there is a mixture of fish and dragons and frequent traffic, there is no need to worry if he can speak the elegant language of a continent, but he still learns from the old coachman on the road.
I read some letters in Hu dialect, but didn’t learn much. I could ask for directions and bargain. The middle-aged man wandered around and looked around. He didn’t make a big splash, sweep up some of the sky-high-priced store treasures, and he didn’t just look at them.
Instead of buying, I picked out a few clever but inexpensive spiritual weapons, just like ordinary Qi practitioners from other places. They have a certain virtue and are just enjoying the fun here. They won’t look down on anyone, but they won’t look down on others either.
Take a high look.
The middle-aged man finally stopped at a small shop selling antiques and miscellaneous items. The items were good, but the prices were not very fair. The shopkeeper was an old-fashioned man who didn't look like he was doing business, so the business was relatively deserted and many people came.
Walking around, there were only a few people who took out the fairy money from their pockets. The man stood in front of an ancient bronze sword placed horizontally on a special sword stand. He did not move for a long time. The scabbards were placed one high and one low. The sword body was engraved
There are four characters of "Da imitating Quhuang" in small seal script.
Looking at the man in a long gown with a sword on his back who bent over and looked at it carefully, the old shopkeeper said impatiently: "What are you looking at? Can you afford it? Even the imitation sword from Quhuang in ancient times costs a lot of money.
Go, go, go, if you really want to satisfy your eyes, go somewhere else."
The middle-aged man probably had a weak pocket and a straight waist. Instead of being annoyed, he turned to the old man and asked with a smile: "Shopkeeper, this man is a man who hunts the world together with the first dynasty monarch in the world."
, one of the eight horses that pulled the carriage they were riding in?"
The old shopkeeper glanced at the sword behind the man, and his expression improved a little, "He is a man with good eyesight that can make him blind. Yes, he is the one from the 'Eight Horses Dispersed'. Later, there was a great swordsmith in Middle-earth, so he
He spent his whole life creating eight famous swords and named them after the Eight Horses. This man had a weird temper and was willing to sell the swords he made. However, he was willing to sell each sword to a buyer from the corresponding continent until he died.
Not all of them have been sold. There are countless imitations in later generations. This ancient sword that dared to carve the word "big imitation" in front of Quhuang is an excellent imitation, and naturally the price is extremely expensive. I have already put two of them in my shop.
For over a hundred years, young people, you definitely can’t afford it.”
The man did not make a fool of himself. He looked away from the ancient sword and started to look at other treasures. Finally, he stood in front of a painting of a lady hanging on the wall. The lady in the painting sat sideways, covering her face and crying.
If you listen carefully, you will hear a tiny voice like crying coming out of the picture.
The old shopkeeper exclaimed, "I never thought I'd meet someone who knows the goods. The two items you looked at for the longest time when you entered my shop are both the best things in the shop. He's a good guy, and he doesn't have much money in his pocket.
His vision is not bad. Why, you used to be rich and powerful in your hometown, but your family has fallen into ruin, and then you start to travel alone? With a sword worth not much money on your back, a broken wine flask hanging on your back, you think you are a knight-errant? "
The man was still looking at the magical picture. He had heard it said before that there were many calligraphy and paintings about the subjugation of previous dynasties in the world. By chance, the words would be filled with grief and anger, and some of the characters in the picture would become beautiful.
The object, alone in the painting, is sad and heartbroken.
The man turned around and smiled: "Young knight, you don't care about money."
The old man sneered and said: "This kind of nonsense can only be said by a young man who has not been in the world for two or three years. I see that you are not young. I guess you have walked away from the world in vain, or you are walking by the pond.
It’s a real world.”
The man was still not angry. He pointed to the picture hanging on the wall and asked, "How much does this picture of a lady cost?"
The old man waved his hand and said, "Young man, don't ask for trouble."
The man smiled and said: "If I can afford it, what does the shopkeeper say? How about giving me one or two small prize items that are not very valuable?"
The old man, who had been guarding his ancestral shop year after year, was really bored. He suddenly felt motivated to fight. He pointed at a treasure rack near the door, raised his eyebrows and said: "Okay, you see, as long as you can afford the fairy money."
, on the shelf over there, you can choose three things. Then I will frown and I will take your last name!"
The man smiled and nodded.
The old shopkeeper hesitated for a moment and said: "I won't go into details about the origin of this picture of a lady. Anyway, you can see how good it is. If you can get three Xiaoshu coins, take it away. If you can't get it out, hurry up."
Get lost."
The man looked back at the portrait on the wall, then at the old shopkeeper, and asked if the fixed price was non-negotiable. The old shopkeeper sneered and nodded. The man turned around again, looked at the pictures of ladies a few more times, and then glanced at
He glanced at the empty shop and the main entrance, then walked to the counter, flipped his wrist, slapped three fairy coins on the table, covered them with his palms, and pushed them to the old shopkeeper, who also glanced at the shop.
At the door, when the man raised his hand, the old man quickly covered it with his palm, brought it to his side, raised his palm, and after confirming that they were genuine three Xiaoshu coins, he grabbed them in the palm of his hand, put them in his sleeves, raised his head and said with a smile:
"I was wrong this time. You're a good boy. You have some skills. You can even make me, who has developed a pair of piercing eyes, be wrong."
The man smiled helplessly, "Then I'll go over there and pick out three things that I like."
The old shopkeeper laughed loudly and walked around the counter, "Go ahead and do business. You still have to have integrity. I will help you put this picture of a lady into a box. Don't worry, the brocade box alone is worth two snowflakes."
Spending money will not spoil such a precious portrait."
The man was cruising in front of the treasure rack at the door. The old shopkeeper carefully took off the portrait and kept looking at the man from the corner of his eye while putting it in a collection box.
Damn it, if I had known that this guy was so rich and generous, how could he be so lucky? And he only got three items at once. Now I started to feel really distressed.
When the man picked two things, the old shopkeeper felt a little relieved and did not lose much. But when the guy finally selected a black jade seal that had not yet been carved by a famous artist, the old shopkeeper's eyelids trembled slightly and he said quickly: "Boy,
What's your last name?"
The man was a little hesitant at first, but when the old shopkeeper showed up, he decisively took it into his hand, turned around and said with a smile: "My surname is Chen."
The old shopkeeper said pitifully: "Then I will take your surname as Chen from now on, and you can put the seal back, okay?"
The man smiled and shook his head, "When doing business, you still have to be sincere."
The old shopkeeper said angrily: "I think you should stop being a bullshit ranger and become a businessman. I'm sure you'll be extremely rich in a few years."
The old man said this, but he actually made a lot of money and was in a good mood. For the first time, he poured a cup of tea for the guest named Chen.
The man had no immediate intention to leave. One was thinking about whether he could sell the big imitation canal yellow again, and the other was thinking about hearing something deeper about Shujian Lake from the old shopkeeper. They just drank tea and chatted.
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The man knew a lot of inside information that the old coachman had never heard.
Shujian Lake is a paradise for wild cultivators in the mountains and rivers. Smart people can get along very well, but stupid people can be particularly miserable. Here, there is no distinction between good and bad monks, only the difference between high and low cultivation level and the depth of calculation.
The commerce is bustling, there are many shops, and there are all kinds of things.
Those who are desperate or in trouble elsewhere can often find shelter here. Of course, if you want to feel comfortable, don’t expect it. But as long as you have a pig head in your hand and find the right temple, it will not be difficult to survive from now on.
No matter how you get along after that, depending on your ability, relying on big mountains and providing help with money and effort is also a way out. In the history of Shujian Lake, it is not that there were many heroes who endured humiliation and heavy burden for many years and finally rose to become the overlord of one party.
Outside the shop door, time flies by.
In the shop, the old man was talking lively.
There was once a Nascent Soul monk who was a genealogy master, and he teamed up with a Golden Core Sword Cultivator. Maybe he thought that he could walk sideways in the entire Aquarius Continent, so he held a banquet on a large island in Shujian Lake and posted hero posts widely.
, inviting all the Earthly Immortals and Dragon Gate Realm monks in Shujian Lake, threatening to end the chaotic leaderless situation in Shujian Lake, and to become the king of the rivers and lakes who commands the heroes.
At the banquet, not one of the thirty or so Shujian Lake island owners present raised any objections. They either clapped their hands and applauded, tried their best to agree, or flattered Shujian Lake from the bottom of their hearts, saying that Shujian Lake should have had a big shot who could convince the public, so as not to have any rules.
Wang Fa, there were also some island owners who were silent. After the banquet was over, there were people who secretly stayed on the island and began to submit letters of surrender, make suggestions, and explain in detail the background and credentials of the major mountains in Shujian Lake.
It's just the next scene that makes all the monks in Shujian Lake hundreds of years later, regardless of their age, feel particularly happy.
That night, more than four hundred monks from different islands swarmed in and surrounded the island.
Using nearly 900 magic weapons, plus more than 200 dead warriors raised on their respective islands, they killed the two arrogant Nascent Soul cultivators and the Golden Core Sword Cultivator.
Those with the most determined murderous intent happened to be the group of "the island owners who were the first to surrender."
The man listened very attentively and casually asked about Jiejiang Zhenjun Liu Zhimao.
The old shopkeeper became more and more enthusiastic as he talked.
It is said that Zhenjun Jiejiang is really great now.
Two years ago, a little devil came here and became Zhenjun Jiejiang's disciple. He was so talented that he actually controlled a terrifying dragon and went on a killing spree on his own territory. He destroyed the mansion of a great guest, including several of them.
Ten cardigan girls and more than a hundred people were slaughtered by the "big loach", and most of them died in horrific ways.
After that, for some unknown reason, he killed his fellow senior brother. It was another bloody killing. The ferocity and cruelty of the "big loach" was fully revealed. He spoke many times, not for the purpose of killing, but purely for the satisfaction of killing.
Interestingly, wherever he passed, there were broken limbs and corpses all over the ground.
After that, the two masters and apprentices were unstoppable and occupied many nearby islands where other families had deep-rooted influence.
Those who obey will prosper and those who rebel will perish. It is said that many young and beautiful girls were kidnapped by the little devil who didn't have all their hair. It seems that they became new cardigans under the training of the little devil's second senior sister.
Little girl.
Since then, Shujian Lake has never had a peaceful life. Fortunately, there is also a fight between gods and gods there, and finally it has not affected a remote place like Chishui City.
The little devil surnamed Gu was assassinated several times by his enemies afterwards, but he did not die. Instead, he became more and more domineering and arrogant, with a savage reputation. A large circle of monks surrounded the little devil, who put a hat on the little devil.
Nicknamed the "Prince on the Lake", the little devil even visited Chishui City in the spring of this year. The battles and pomp were no worse than those of His Highness the Crown Prince of the secular dynasty.
The old shopkeeper was chatting happily, but the man never spoke much and remained silent.
In the dusk, the old man sent the man out of the shop door, saying he was welcome to come back and it didn't matter if he didn't buy anything.
The middle-aged man nodded. When he stood up, he had already put the three small items into his sleeves, held the brocade box under his arm, and left.
The old man was a little confused. It seemed that when this man left, why was he a little...lost? It was strange. He was obviously a rich man in the world, why was he like this?
The old man stopped pursuing the matter and walked back to the shop, shaking his head.
Today's big business is really going to last three years without opening and three years after opening. He wants to see who among the black-hearted old bastards near the shop in the future dares to say that he is not the material for doing business.
As for whether the man would come back to buy the big imitation canal after he left, and why he started to smile forcefully while listening. There was no smile at all, only silence. The old shopkeeper didn't care too much.
The fight between the gods in Shu Jian Lake, the little devil Gu, and the grievances and grievances about life and death, anyway, they are all other people's stories. We have heard them, and we can tell them about them and that's it.
After the customer left the shop, he walked slowly.
Life is not a story in a book. The joys, sorrows, joys and sorrows are all in the pages of the book. However, it is so easy to turn the pages of a book and how difficult it is to repair a human heart.
Who said that, Cui Dongshan? Lu Tai? Zhu Lian?
Can't remember.
After walking dozens of steps, the middle-aged man stopped and sat on a step between two shops.